Your Mom quickly flashes you a look at the back of her jeans, which are moulded slightly brown and sagging with the obvious protrusion of mess. Her panties have to be filled to the apparent brim with mushy poop.
'You're not the only one who's had an accident. Come on, lets go.'
With a waddle in both your strides you make your way to the car and wheel away. When you get home, your Mom quickly changes you and herself, but what into?